I thought about NC, but - on balance - we weren't that close so it's hopefully not that outing:
My uncle shot himself to death with a pistol he owned for professional reasons when his cancer returned for the 3rd time and he couldn't cope with the prospect of having even more limbs amputated and still dying an agonisingly slow, painful death.
As said above: we weren't that close. But he will always figure in my memories as this larger than life figure. This incredibly smart and charismatic man, who would enter a room and you'd literally feel his presence even if you had your back turned to the door.
I hate to think that this is where he ended up: alone, in a place where he would easily be found (so as not to worry anyone unneccesarily) but not at his home (so as to spare his wife and son the shock of finding his body).
I hate to think of the fact that he told his family that and how he was going to do it. And when. And how.
I hate the idea that the last thing he ever did must have taken incredible courage. He should have been able to let go of big decisions and responsibility in his final days.
He deserved better. He should have been allowed to fall asleep in comfort, surrounded by his loved ones.
It's not right.
And, yes, euthanasia should be legal.